This winter was probably the illest
to suck on my pumping heart
a taste of transplant in the back of a rescuetruck
falling on the cold iron carpenting
damp with the mothercake of pain
thumbs twitching up and down
sine of life in a developing spine

Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag

Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag

slowly the dew forms and licks down my shoulder
gain my organ rebeginning to smoulder
like the depths of magma in the goldencenter
veigns volting majenta, sun peels yellow orange
humans ooze back into the outside
the roots of rhythm that play the ebb and tide
sky sparkles with the blick of blue
eyes blink a rollin cup a hoopin peas
that tickle the flute played by the cooling breeze
jumping over the fields, jumping over the fields
for the feel of the diaphram
fields for the feel of the diaphram
breath in, breath out, breathin

Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag

slowly, slowly
bring up the short and long of it
ride a bike and throw a fit
coil up in the shell of ears
to play a frisbee at the tears
of rolling tears of muskateers
bizzy body keep raisin the sun
as brocken hour glasses run
oringearise aray from heavens
somewhere near the red of devils
every vowel and then according
to the cards that shuffle
one hearts down and jokers riddle
aces climbing up a sleeve
to wiggle with the wagging tales
told above the table
hickup a snap crackle pop
trickle down a waterfall
like a drop of dressing gowns
on the tip of the tongue of the talking

take a potshot off the top of my head
the bottom of your heart
the tip of the tongue of the poisondart
together we boarder the breakdown
glimse o lime a pull a tug o shard
hold the breath back for the stilllife
that edges off a diving board
to the darkestports of eggwhite
pothole it in mind of blue cheese
fro sweating egos to the moist depths of valleys
nevermind the fleshseeking eagle
all stuck up sticklebacks, up your staircase
i flabaghast a barefoot over the splinters of the careless
way flitch and whip into the wildbores spareribs
broken down pops up as a fine pluck of tulip
smudged by the bruised lip
that grows the true sound in the belly of the organ
where pianofingers webs are wound